Page 22 of Cookie: Part One
I’m floating.
Literally, I don’t even realize they moved me until I feel myself being sunk into cool water that feels amazing on my skin. I blink slowly, vision blurry with tears and pleasure hazing my sight as I barely notice Nadya on the side of me, cooing.
“You did so good, baby,” she says like a lullaby, brushing my hair back from my damp forehead.
“So, so good, Pechenye,” I hear as my mouth is being rinsed out.
My chest hitches. The words feel so good. A moan escapes me, soft and cracked, too deep to be a sob, too broken to be a laugh.I d… I did good?
I glance over in my haze to the left of me, where Mikhail is whispering in Russian against my skin. I don’t know what he says, but it makes my stomach flutter and my thighs twitch. I’m still shaking. My hands feel like they don’t belong to me, and my mouth is dry.
“Wat—”
“Shhh, sveet one,” Mikhail murmurs behind me, pressing a cool glass of something to my lips. I drink it down thirstily, coughing, and he pulls back. “Easy, Pechenye. It’s not going anyvhere. Slow down, baby,” he demands, and I pant, nodding my head, lulling as I drink slowly.
“Zats our sveet girl,” Dimitri mutters, and I feel hands all over me just like the first night, opening me up and cleaning me out.
I feel their hands on my breast while massaging something cool on my center that numbs the lingering pain and relaxes me.
“Ugnnnnnn,” I whimper at how good it feels.
“You gave us everyzhing, Pechenye. You did so vell,” Mikhail whispers in my ear, and I feel his big hands on me. I sigh, almost in tears from how good it feels.
I close my eyes and press back into his chest, unable to speak. I don’t have the strength to do anything. I’m too busy floating in the stars, my brain too fuzzy to argue, too wrecked to run.
Mikhail nuzzles the back of my neck, growling.
“Good girl,” he whispers again, and I shudder at the praise, thighs still twitching. “Hey, Pechenye, vhen I vake up… be zhere. Don’t leave,” he whispers and I go still in my bubble. I shouldn’t feel this good with practical strangers, but I do. How can being with them… in his arms feel this… safe? It’s been so damn long since I felt this kind of peace, so I close my eyes and relish it, knowing I will never feel it again.
I lie and nod, enjoying his hands around my waist and their bodies resting next to mine. I sigh, content when he kisses the back of my neck, at peace as darkness engulfs me.
CHAPTER SIX
MIKHAIL
Ivake up, groggy, reaching for her, but vhen my hand only feels cold fucking sheets, I freeze and my eyes quickly fly open. I glance to zee side of me and grit my teeth.
“She’s gone?” I stare at the empty space beside me, as if it personally insulted me and ze thing inside of me snarls, baring it teeth, pissed seeing zhat empty fucking space.Her space.
“Sukin syn... opyat’?(Son of a bitch... again?)”I mutter, dragging my hand down my face, gripping my jaw to keep from snarling.
“Ughnn…” Dimitri groans next to me, voice still thick vit sleep. “Vhat’s wrong, Misha?” he grumbles, voice deep and curious as he rubs his eyes lazily, his soft curls falling into his face.
I don’t answer, instead I just grab him by zee back of his neck and pull him into a kiss, deep and punishing, needing a distraction because even zhough she’s gone, her perfume hangsin ze air, somezhing soft and sinful, like sugar and sex. Her moan echoes in ze corners of my mind.
“Nozhing,” I mutter against his lips, dragging him on top of me, grinding his dick against mine, hungry for something else.But zhis vill do.I try to go furzher, but he pulls away, breazhless, vatching me.
“Vell, it doesn’t look like nozhing.” He watches me, brow raised “Seems like…” He looks down at my zhrobbing dick leaking pre cum and reaches down, running his hand along zee tip, making me zhink about how her varm tongue glided over me, collecting my nut like it vas delicious… zharko(hot).“Just tell vhat is troubling you and I’ll make better.”
He says that, but I doubt he can. Zhis hunger… it’s unquenchable and new, driving me mad.
“It’s really nozhing. Just an itch I need to scratch,” I run my hands up his stomach to his chest, grazing his nipples, smirking vhen his dick bobs, oozing pre cum, but he narrows his eyes at me.
“Pfft. Bullshit, Misha. Pechenye sure doesn’tseemlike a simple itch… she feels like an itch evenyoucan’tscratch if you ask me.” He eyes me knowingly.
“She’s afraid of somezhing. She hides it vell, but I know fear vhen I see it.”
“Maybe it’s you… you’re pretty ruzhless,” he moans and I’m not shocked at his answer. He could be right but… she’s bold, and vhen it’s time, she yields so fucking vell. “Still, I’m shocked and happy you like someone. Zhis is new.” Dimitri has known me long enough. He knows zhis is unlike me.
